"Bad guy, coffee."

Helen, whose face was still blushing, placed a cup of hot coffee on the fat man's desk, rolled her eyes at him with charming eyes, turned around and stood behind the chair while massaging his shoulders while watching him work, with a little woman's satisfied and happy smile on her lips.

The fat man stared at the central computer screen in front of him with concentration, and his eyes moved rapidly with rows of beating data and wandering deduction icons.

His office is located on the 351st floor of the main building of the Galipalan Base. It covers an area of ​​more than 12,000 square meters.

The entire office area is divided into five areas: inside and outside.

The outermost area consists of a guard mecha brigade and a logistics support team staff. The team driver's personal bodyguard liaison officer and secretary has everything. Their job is to provide daily protection and services to the office and handle some non-confidential ordinary affairs.

In the central area, there are core members of the General's Office.

In this area there is a private health care group of fat men, a senior staff team of thirty people, an expert advisory team, a special guard of fifty mecha gods, a confidential secretary team and an electronic and communications support group.

The fat man himself owns an office with an area of ​​more than 400 square meters on the innermost floor of the building.

The office is set up strictly in accordance with the standards of the Lerei military, and the area is exactly the same as the office standards of other Admirals such as Mikhailovich.

But the difference is that Fatty's room is not so much an office, but rather a small combat center. In addition to the desks of Fatty and Helen, all kinds of Skynet instruments are piled up all around.

During this period, as Sober's footsteps approached the Lere Federation step by step, the fat man had devoted himself and his whole body and mind to the war.

He often stayed in the office all night long. He either looked at the electronic sandbox or calculated frantically on the deduction computer. He calculated from the A8 galaxy to the Bermuda galaxy, and then from the Salega Longbow galaxy to the Reske galaxy of Chuckner.

The fat man's mind was already occupied by the upcoming war. He kept imagining himself as Sober, constantly guessing the battles that took place in a certain period of time, a certain area and a certain situation.

Helen behind him looked at him gently.

Only she knew how hard the fat man worked during this period. He was even a hundred times more difficult than when he was in Mars or led the war!

An Lei, who was in charge of intelligence, Margaret, who was in charge of the General Staff, Fang Xiang and Audrey, who were in charge of the Mars gangster army base, Milan, who was in charge of the application of new technologies, Flavio, and Mihailovich...

The upcoming war, the application and transformation of new space technologies, the preliminary construction of newly discovered immigrant planets, Lerei immigration work, the training and management of bandit troops, the construction of Mars Industrial Base, the production and manufacturing of the apocalyptic space carriers and rampant mechas...

The fat man is like the axis of a gyro, and countless people are spinning around him, making him unable to rest at all.

Looking at the fat man's big head under his messy hair, Helen was proud and distressed for a moment.

"Helen." The fat man picked up the coffee and shouted, but his eyes were still staring at the Skynet screen in front of him, as if it had been stuck.

"What?" Helen leaned over and hugged the fat man's neck, pressed his chin against his head, and his voice was as lazy and gentle as a cat.

"You go home first and tell Sister Xiang that I will go back later. Tell her not to wait for me." The fat man said in a daze.

"Well..." Helen was a little reluctant, and slapped the fat man's shoulder twice, and finally nodded obediently: "Then I'll go back first, don't do it too late."

The fat man patted Helen's hand and smiled slightly, watching her walk out of the office step by step. When the heavy automatic door closed and isolated Helen's back, he turned around and his eyes fell into the stars on the virtual screen again.

With the addition of new information, the situation chart on the Skynet screen has undergone a huge change compared to yesterday.

To the west of the [Metis] galaxy, the forward of the Sober fleet has entered the [Prometheus] galaxy.

In order to avoid its military front, the bandit fleet and the Tap Alliance fleet retreated to the [a8] galaxy and the [Athena] galaxy, respectively, and each set up defense along the [Tianya] corridor and the [Athena] hop point.

To the east, the main Allied fleet led by Hastings had just arrived at the Salega [Longbow] galaxy through the southeastern channel. It would take more than thirty hours to reach the Lere Central galaxy.

The advantages and disadvantages of both sides on the situation chart are clear at a glance.

First of all, in terms of military strength, the Siyo coalition has a total of 240 A-class fleets. The Filipino coalition forces have less than half of the number of old fleets of Lerey. The total number is 110 A-class fleets.

Secondly, from the process of the main force reaching the war zone, the two sides are roughly equal.

This must be attributed to Russell's beautiful annihilation battle in the Metis Galaxy, which not only defeated the Banning fleet, but also launched a devastating blow to the Sio airport and logistics base in Desik, greatly delaying the advancement speed of the main force of Sio.

Although on the surface, Sober was less than twenty-four hours away from the bandits' army. The Hastings fleet was more than eighty hours away from the bandits' fleet. However, that was because the bandits' army headed to the Desik line.

As long as the bandits currently stationed in the [a8] galaxy retreat to the predetermined decisive battle location [a3] galaxy, the main force of the Filipino Alliance led by Hastings will arrive in time. At that time, the curtain will be officially opened. Tens of thousands of warships will fight fiercely in the southeast main channel of the [a3] galaxy to the Salega [Longbow Galaxy].

This battle can only be won, not lost!

The fat man started the computer deduction program and continued his endless deduction work over the days. This time, he set the imaginary battlefield in the double-star-angle corridor of the a3 galaxy.

This corridor was the place Russell chose when he led the bandit army to attack the advance fleet in the West Orange.

However, Russell chose only one of the sections. If you draw the lens with the starting coordinates of that section as the center, or on this interstellar map, you can clearly see a narrow passage surrounded by an endless red nebula and surrounded by asteroid belts and gravitational reefs.

The Double Star Corridor is the main battlefield that Fatty likes the most.

The corridor has a complex terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. In addition to the narrow airspace of the corridor, which makes it difficult for the West Oct fleet to fully unfold, thus conquering the opponent's military strength advantage. More importantly, there is also a U-shaped Mars F-class channel connected here!

This *** channel located in the Golden Triangle Star Domain where the former Red Beard Pirates' Group's nest is actually not a secret and can be found in the military interstellar maps of most Southeast countries. However, being able to find it does not mean being able to be prepared.

On the ever-changing battlefield, the existence of this passage is like a noose, swaying around Sober's neck.

This is why Fatty like this place the most.

The computer light curtain is floating in front of your eyes, big and small planets, endless nebula... Everything is so realistic, like a shrinking universe.

As the deduction program was run, the blue fleet, which was set up completely according to the forces of the fleet under Sober, rushed towards him. The fat man made a series of crisp sounds of bones and then began to enter instructions frantically to command the Red Army, who was waiting for the battle.

Red 110a vs. Blue 240a. Tens of thousands of warships and hundreds of thousands of fighter jets on both sides of the red and blue, with a total of 350 A-class fleets, are in space, fighting hard to distinguish.

Time passes by minute by minute.

As the battle deepened, fine beads of sweat first bleeded out of the fat man's forehead, and then dripped down largely. When an hour later, when he stopped like exhaustion, two dazzling numbers appeared in the more dazzling red defeated area.

The casualty rate is 100% for the red side and 65% for the blue side.

The fat man looked at the result depressedly and punched his hard on the desk, causing the coffee cup to jump suddenly, sprinkling brown liquid.

"Fuck." The fat man stuffed a cigarette in his mouth, lit a fat face, and strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, and let out a long mouthful of gray smoke.

The night view of the city in the distance is much dimmer than in the previous few days. The streets downstairs are lined with vehicles turning on their headlights. Over the airport not far away, hundreds of spacecraft are taking off and landing frequently. The light of the spacecraft porthole is like countless burning Kongming lanterns.

The fat man could no longer remember how many hundred deductions this was. He only remembered that just targeting the Double Star Corridor, he made no less than twenty combat plans and conducted more than one hundred deductions. But in the end, the results were all failed!

The fat man was a little depressed for a moment.

Sober is promoting the entire Western Johor. Behind the more than 200 fleets of southbound south, there is support from the entire Western Johor. However, the Filipino League is completely opposite. The war is not prepared and there are many internal contradictions. Hastings is doing his best to pull such an allied fleet to south for reinforcements in such a short time and has paid a huge price for it!

This is just a comparison of troops. If we look at the comprehensive combat capability, with the mobilization ability of the West Joseon, the current war situation and the support that Sober can obtain, their comprehensive combat power is more than five times that of the lonely and helpless Southeast Alliance!

During the deduction, he has used the bandit army's split warships as much as possible, and designed a large number of traps and targeted tactics in the [apocalypse] class space carrier and stealth technology.

However, no matter how strong the bandit army is in combat, it only has eleven A-class fleets.

Whether it is a roundabout or a sneak attack, these eleven A-class fleets and ten apocalyptic space carriers are like a native dog beside the lion. No matter how happy it is, it cannot cause fatal damage to the lion.

At the beginning of each deduction, the battle situation will enter a channel where the other rises and the other disappears.

In the early stages of the battle, a Filipino warship might only have to deal with two Filipino warships. However, with the increase in casualties and the arrival of more successor troops in the Filipino warships, a Filipino warship would face six or even more Filipino warships.

This evolution process of one decline and one rise has repeatedly appeared in hundreds of deductions.

Although I have carefully used every warship in my hand, for fear of unnecessary losses, when the Allied casualties exceeds 30%, the battle situation will quickly enter an irreversible collapse.

Hundreds of deductions, the best result is this time.

In all previous combat plans, the opponent's casualty rate did not exceed 60%.

From 60% to 65%, it was already the result of all the damage moves. It was so difficult to increase the small five percentage points. It was simply a fantasy to defeat Sober with the Allied casualties rate not exceeding 30%!

Thinking of Hastings' medical record report, a huge pressure was pressed down like a mountain, making the fat man feel breathless.

He smoked a cigarette hard, his brows locked.

Although I still have two aces in my hand, these trump cards are based on my assumptions. Moreover, even if the assumptions are true, I don’t know the opponent’s trump cards. What if Sober and that little girl...

Throw the cigarette butt that had already burned to the end into the ashtray popped up by the automatic service system. The fat man turned around and returned to the computer and entered a series of instructions on the virtual keyboard.

The indicator light flashed slowly and rhythmically. After a moment, countless white light balls appeared on the virtual screen. As the light balls rotated and merged, the little kid's face was gradually emerging, and it became clear as the skin-toned hair changed.

"St, how are you doing there?" asked the fat man.

"Where?" The little brat stared at the fat man: "Master is now in multiple positions. Are you asking about the a8 galaxy, army training, new immigration star construction, laboratory research or Feimeng here?"

Although the little brat was long-winded, the fat man just frowned and did not quarrel with the little brat as usual, and asked, "Of course it's the Feimeng side, has the main god's plan been completed?"

The little brat nodded and said, "It's done."

"There is no problem with safety?" The fat man put his hands together and leaned on the back of the chair.

"The spacecraft has entered the waterway-free airspace. Except for the substitute main god in Hydefield, I have set up a total of 380,000 springboards," the little brat said lightly: "In this world, no one except her, can find the main god through data tracking."

The fat man nodded and said, "But, do you think she will come?"

The little brat was silent for a long time and said slowly: "She has come!"

"Come?" The fat man stood up suddenly.

"Yes, a few hours ago, I had already smelled her in the electronic message of the forward fleet entering Desik by Siyo through the bandit fleet Skynet." The little brat said word by word, "It's not wrong, it must be her. We are the same kind, and we can recognize it with just one byte!"

The living room is dim and the TV sound is turned off to a minimum.

Fang Xiang lay on the sofa. Her long black hair was tied up high, revealing her slender white neck and delicate and elegant collarbone. Her bra-free breasts were pressed against her smooth and light pajamas, showing a charming shape. The ups and downs of the body exuded a sorrowful mature charm in the light and dark light of the TV.

It was late at night, and even Helen, who was the last to go home, had already taken a shower and entered the room.

Fang Xiang was watching the TV, her beautiful eyes were shiny in the changing light of the screen, seemingly focused, and seemingly dazed and dazed.

The TV shows a film shot in a peaceful era, starring two very famous movie stars in the Salega Federation.

The entire film is filled with psychedelic lights, ambiguous seductive eyes and plump breasts and fat ass.
To be continued...